by Raine Miller
“I love sky blue. It’s my favorite colour, you know.” She finished the buttons and pushed my shirt off my shoulders the rest of the way. “It looks good on you, too.”
“I love the way you take my shirts off me, and I’ll be sure to wear this colour for you again.”
“Your turn,” she said, presenting her back to me.
I reached for the zipper on the back of her dress and took it down, sliding the silky straps off her arms. With nothing to hold it up, it dropped down to the floor the second I let go. She turned back around to face me in nothing but her knickers and bra. Sky-blue lace. Matching set.
Gods help me.
My eyes were still admiring, when I felt Elaina’s hands on my belt, and then the tug on the zip of my trousers. I kicked those bastards off so fast, that they flew across the room, the belt crashing into a table leg with a clank. Not much separating us then, just a few bits of cloth, and maybe a little temperance of being careful to do our first night right. The noise of my belt crashing notched up the passion a bit, and sort of gave the green light for everything we were about to do.
Worked just fine for me. I was desperate. I could go slow later and take my time making love to her all night. Oh, I would no doubt, but now…now I just needed to be as close as it was possible to be with her. I needed to feel Elaina naked—skin on skin with me, and that was pretty much it.
The two scraps of pale blue lace were all that she had on and even that was too damn much. I wanted my fantasy vision from earlier. My Cherry Girl completely naked in front of the window.
My mouth found its way to her skin, anything I could reach—her neck, her throat, her shoulder, her ear, her mouth—as long as I was touching her, kissing her, all was fine.
Getting her bra unhooked was a challenge because my bloody fingers didn’t want to cooperate, and I wasn’t willing to destroy such a pretty garment, but if it came down to a battle between that lacy bra and me, then hell if I was going to be the loser. I tugged again, still with little success, when she stilled my hand and took a step backward. “Let me.”
I watched as she reached her hands around behind her back, and worked some magnificent magic. The damn thing came unhooked.
Elaina stood and paused a moment before sliding down one strap off her shoulder and down her arm.
I swallowed.
Then she took down the strap on the other shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat or two.
Sky blue lace fell with a metallic click of the clasp hitting the wooden floor.
Oh fuckin’ hell, she’s more lovely than I ever imagined she could be.
Elaina was beautifully made no doubt, but then this was not news to me, either. I’d always known she’d be perfect. I guess what blew me away was just how amazing a thing it was for her to trust me enough, to offer herself to me, to want me. That and the fact I was the lucky bastard getting the offer, and the chance to see her like this.
“You take my breath away, beautiful girl.” I stepped forward and palmed the weight of one perfectly sized breast. She arched back with a soft cry when I touched her nipple with my fingers and tugged gently to make it pucker up.
“So do you,” she whispered.
I dipped my head down to the other nipple and did the same to it with my tongue instead of my fingers. I got drunk on the taste and feel of her gorgeous tits in my mouth and hands.
I was greedy with her, alternating between the two until I couldn’t wait to see my vision of her standing before the window another second.
No, I hadn’t forgotten. My desperate fuckin’ wish was going to happen or I’d die trying.
I dragged my mouth off one breast with a suctioned pull, her hands still buried in my hair, the angled arch of her body positioned to give me access, the sexy protest rolling out of her throat as I released her, all signals showing me she wanted this just as much as I did.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, tightening her grip to keep me close.
“I want to have you naked in front of the window,” I blurted.
She stilled, loosening her hold, letting her hands fall down to my shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine and I knew she was going to do it.
Slowly dragging those magic hands of hers over my shoulders, she raked them across my chest, tracing around each of my nipples with a finger before pulling away from me completely.
The cock-and-balls party in full force down below was now in violation of disturbing the peace, but I couldn’t do a thing about it.
Elaina’s hands came to rest on the only garment still covering her body. Those pale blue skimpy lace knickers. Just fuckin’ kill me already before I die an inhumane death.
She slipped her thumbs beneath lace at each hip.
That inhumane death I was worried about was going to happen regardless of my fears, and the meaning behind the expression ‘exquisite torture’ made absolute perfect fuckin’ sense to me too.
Just some simple life truths about Neil Emmett McManus. Accepted and understood.
My cock was agonizingly hard in my shorts, as time slowed down to imperceptible increments of forward movement. I’d waited so long for this, and wanted her so desperately, it was all I could manage to hold myself back—to control the urge to pull her beneath me and bury myself inside her—until the raging ache to claim her got some relief. I wanted to. I needed to.
I’d passed the point of no return with Elaina, and realized the signs clearly. No more waiting or enduring the agony of seeing her with other men, knowing they were getting something that was meant to belong only to me. I simply had to be connected to her, in both body and spirit, in order to soothe the savage craving tormenting me from the inside out for so long.
I forced myself to breathe deeply, watching as my beautiful girl slipped the lacy blue knickers over her hips, down those toned gorgeous legs of hers, gave a sexy little kick with a pointed foot, first with one leg and then the other, until the scrap landed silently somewhere in the room.
Fuck me into next week. I think I did die a bit watching her sexy strip show, my pathetic brain on such extreme sensual overload, there wasn’t much more I could do except expire while I took in the sight of the perfect beauty before me. My Cherry Girl.
My eyes still worked, even if my mind had gone to Elaina Land and was stumbling around gleefully with no clear direction other than, I have you naked in front of the window right now, and I’ll be inside you even sooner. She’d given me the most beautiful gift.
Her hair was luxuriously dark and silky, falling to midway down her back. I wanted to take it in handfuls to bind her against me while we fucked, using the length of it for leverage. I had so many ideas about what we could do, but right now I could only breathe and stare.
I’d had a healthy obsession with her hair for years—this I knew. Hell, it was the basis for the nickname I’d bestowed on her when she was young, and right then , was serving as her only covering. The mahogany red waves flowing down her shoulders and trailing over one breast but leaving the other bare, made my fantasy vision, utterly complete in every way.
Wordless. There weren’t any I could have used to describe her at that point. Useless to even try. She was beautiful, and naked, and wanting me to make love to her for the first time. Nothing else existed.
I prayed I would never forget how she looked to me in this moment, and I made a vow not to allow it to happen.
My body screamed with the need to kiss every beautiful part of her but that would take hours to do properly and I couldn’t wait hours. Hell, I couldn’t even wait seconds. That train had blown through town already with no waiting, no stopping, and no changing.
But, Elaina didn’t seem like she wanted things to be any different.
Christ, she’s so perfect…
I’m not sure how exactly, but I maneuvered us to the bed with Elaina laid out like a goddess upon it, my window fantasy but a distant memory, as I sat back on my knees and tried to decide where to go first. She had a body that took
my breath away, and I planned on touching every bit of it, the need to know how she felt under my hands and mouth as necessary as breathing.
“What is it?” she asked.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous I hardly know where to begin.”
“Kiss me.” She arched her whole body, offering herself up in the most beautiful way I lost the ability for coherent speech. The point was moot anyway as my mouth got busy in ways other than talking.
I slid my hands over her slowly, beginning at her throat and moving down, learning her soft curves, feeling her reaction to my hands on her, listening to the sounds she made because of what I did with them.
When my mouth found its way to her breasts again, I slowed the pace, devoting some time to getting to know them intimately. I took the whole tip of one into my mouth and sucked, rolling the nipple with my tongue and grazing with my teeth. She cried out softly, arching toward me even more. Her beautiful tits were very sensitive apparently, and this was precisely the kind of knowledge I desired to know about my girl.
I focused my attentions onto her other breast, holding its soft weight in my hand while suckling with my mouth, nipping the hard-budded nipple gently with my teeth. I got some beautiful sounds out of her for that effort, and I made a mental note of it for the future. Sexy sounds of submission and the acceptance of my touch, allowing me to take what she was willingly giving to me.
I sucked and licked and worked my way around both of her breasts. I put so many love bites on her, that I couldn’t count how many when I finally stopped and looked over my handiwork. Just claiming what was mine.
And, I wasn’t a bit sorry about marring the perfectness of her skin either. The marks I’d made with my mouth were symbols of what she meant to me, a tangible display of what we’d shared, and for our eyes only, to remember what we’d done on our first time together.
I needed so much more than that from her though.
My hand moved lower to skim over her flat belly. I heard the soft intake of breath, and felt a jerk when I covered her lips with mine at the same time my hand delved between her legs. My fingers touched perfection—felt how soft she was there, how wet, how ready for me.
“Ohhh, Neil,” she moaned under my lips, “I want—I need—I—please—”
She sounded blissfully frustrated and I loved it because I was the one causing her to be that way. And, I held the power to fix it for her too. Bloody perfect position for me to be in as well.
“I know, beautiful,” I interrupted, “but you’re gonna come for me first.”
I plied her folds with a finger, circling the slippery nub of her clit until she was writhing underneath me, crying out my name again and again, spilling tears onto the bed sheets in passionate submission as she arched up and convulsed. I watched her come apart, lost in her response both physically and emotionally, thinking that I could watch her orgasm over and over and it would never be enough, I’d still want to give her more pleasure. Elaina owned me completely and it was so good belonging to someone. So fuckin’ good. I belonged to her as much as she belonged to me. Even more, really.
“I want you n-n-now,” she panted on a whisper.
I knew what she was asking of me, and I was so ready to give her what she wanted that I wasted no time in reaching for the pack of condoms resting on the bedside table and slid off my shorts.
Elaina was then the one watching the show.
As her eyes settled on my rock hard cock, I wondered if she was worried about how we’d fit. I’d have to be careful with her this first time because I’d be wrecked if I ever hurt her when we fucked. Not her. Not my Elaina. I felt a rise of panic and realized I was close to losing it—the utter mindfuck I was experiencing over the real fucking we were about to do.
Pull yourself together.
She saw me put the condom packet between my teeth to open it.
“You don’t really need that,” she said, with a shake of her head.
“Yes, I do,” I said, as I rolled it down the length of my cock. She might say we didn’t need condoms but I knew we did. Elaina meant far too much for me to take a risk on getting her pregnant when I was leaving so soon. What if we made a baby and I got myself blown up and she was left alone. No. Never. Elaina was too young for babies anyway. Later…much later, we would get to that point. Marriage. Children. Yes, but later.
“Neil?” She tugged at my hips with her hands, begging.
“Yes,” I soothed.
I settled above her, moving those long sexy legs of hers wide apart with my hands. I hovered with my lips, wanting my mouth on her pussy, and my tongue dipping inside for a first taste, but realized this wasn’t the moment. We were both far too impatient.
Later I’d be doing it though, I vowed.
Elaina looked so beautiful spread underneath me I knew I’d always remember this first time. The way she was offering herself. How she was willing to let me take the lead. I couldn’t mess this up with her or I’d never forgive myself.
She smiled up at me, glassy eyed and mysterious. I felt movement over my stomach and then the touch of her small hand gripping my cock.
I hissed when she touched me, her lips slightly parted, breasts heaving from the heavy breathing, the anticipation…and felt her guide the head of my cock straight up against her quim.
Fuckin’ hell, I was so lost.
We both jerked from the contact, that very first scorching hot intimate touch between us. But nearly inconsequential because we were about to make that burn go even hotter—there would be explosions.
“I love you and want to be with you so badly,” she said in a whisper.
Amazing. Elaina accepted my love for her. That fact alone was enough to bring me to my knees, but even greater was the knowledge that this beautiful girl wanted to be with me.
“I love you, Cherry.” My answer came with a deep push of my cock inside her very wet heat where she accepted the whole hard length, arching her hips up to meet my thrust. Perfect fit. Everything about her was perfect. She moaned as I filled her up, soft and so fuckin’ sexy I lost my mind for a moment as I settled into her.
The grip of her pussy around my cock held me so tight, I worried I’d come far too soon for what I’d intended it to be. I hoped to make love to her all night, as many times as I could manage to get us there.
I brought my face close, framing her in with my hands and captive to my invasion of her body. I couldn’t help it. I only knew this was the way it should be done. Take her and make it so good, she’d never want another man.
But it was good. We were so good.
“Is this all right?” I asked her.
She nodded back. “Love me.”
“I do. I will. Always…”
Eye to eye and nose to nose I kept her looking at me as I began to move.
“You feel so good wrapped around me.”
I thought I might die.
She moaned at me, the sweet sound of her like a cue to get down to it.
Her tight wet quim became my universe for the next minutes as we found our rhythm. I hoped it was the same for her with my cock, because that moment right then…was life affirming and life changing. Making love with Elaina was a beautiful dance, and like nothing I’d ever experienced before with a woman. But then, any other times for me had not been with her… so never with anyone I loved. Comparisons were irrelevant anyway. And, again, pointless.
Waiting… I’d been waiting for it, and when it was happening, I felt more emotions coursing through me than I was used to dealing with. I hardly knew what I was doing besides getting lost inside her. She met me with every thrust, and drew back with every retreat. We were a perfect union of minds and bodies.
Every time I filled her up she made a soft little sound that wound me a little tighter with each stroke. “Oh, fuck, it’s good with you, Cherry.”
“Don’t…s-top,” she begged, throwing her head back onto the pillow.
“I won’t.” I moved faster and deeper and harder, more than happy to obl
ige my girl’s request. I gripped her hips to steady us, the frenzy growing more abandoned with each second that passed, when I felt her start to convulse and shudder. A low breath came out of her throat as she jerked beneath me, her legs flexing tight around my thighs to keep me buried all the way inside her. She gripped my arms as she rode out her release.
Elaina’s response was like a trigger, sending me off right behind her, my orgasm taking hold violently from somewhere deep, pumping out of me and into her like an explosion. Our eyes held onto each other as we stayed fused, the rush of pleasure still pulsing for both of us as we took in deep breaths of air, living in the moment.
She felt utterly soft, and looked so perfectly beautiful when I pulled out of her, that I couldn’t bear to look away, and had to deal with disposing of the spent condom by feel.
“Stay with me,” she demanded, with a tug on my arm.
As if I’d go anywhere.
“We’re not even close to being done. That was just a warm up,” I told her, before finding her lips and plunging my tongue inside her mouth. I kissed her long and deep, my need to be in her was barely fulfilled despite what had just happened.
She touched my face with her hand and traced down my cheek. “You loved me.” The way in which she said it almost sounded sad to me, as if she was trying to come to grips with the idea of us. Maybe, it frightened her.
“I did.” I pulled her hand on my face to my lips and kissed it. “Nothing could have stopped me from doing it either,” I said.
“Nothing?” she asked innocently.
“Nothing restricted to heaven and earth.”
“You’re sure about that are you?” She reached down and wrapped her hand around my now less than hard cock. My sweet girl liked to have a bit of fun teasing it seemed.
“I think someone needs a little demonstration of exactly how determined I am about loving you.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to eventually.” She laughed softly, her hand still gripping around my bare flesh, feeling divine as long as she was touching it.
“In a little while, Cherry, you’ll get some more of that.” I paused, waiting to drop my own teasing comeback on her. “But first…I’m gonna make you scream again.”
